If I told you that your husband was a murderer, would you believe it?
At three o'clock in the morning, I received a strange text message. The sender claimed that my gentle and considerate husband Zhou Wei, who had just won the title of "Top Ten Young Lawyers in the City", used my car to kill his sister three months ago and faked the scene. Absurd. My car does have a collision repair record, and the time matches the date of the incident. Zhou Wei's explanation was that he hit the roadside guardrail. I chose to believe him until I heard the desperate scream on that rainy night in the secret backup of the driving recorder, and Zhou Wei's cold voice: "Handle it."
I can't call the police because there is no conclusive evidence. I can't even alert the enemy. So, I decided to investigate for myself. I quit my job and sneaked into the company where the victim's brother, Lin Yan, the sender of the letter, worked. I want to get close to him, gain his trust, get the evidence, and bring my husband to justice. I must continue to act in this scene. However, when I managed to stand next to Lin Yan, watching him suffer day and night due to the tragic death of his sister, and feeling pity for my "innocent wife" disguise, I found myself falling into a more dangerous whirlpool. Under the high platform of lies lies the foggy truth. When trust and betrayal intertwine, when love and murderous intent coexist. Between the three of us, who can make it to the end?
